sex and the city always brings me down to path of nostalgia. whenever i see carrie, charlotte, miranda and samatha gather on screen to talk about love, romance and sex, i'll start thinking about me, a few years ago. at that point, i was still held in limbo with M and constantly wondered if he was my mr big, who will eventually bring me home. then shit happened and i realised that i don't want a mr big. i wanted someone like steve or smith. someone who will love me for me and just accept the craps that i do.
few years down the road, i believe i found my steve, harry, smith and mr big combined. there is no big drama like how it was in the show. it wasn't like how miranda left steve and found her way home to him. it wasn't like how mr big leaving carrie numerous time before realising she's the one. it wasn't like harry getting cold feet and charlotte going all out to prove to him she's the one. it wasn't like smith who love samantha despite her shortcomings at the beginning. no. it wasn't like that. it was much simpler yet complex in our own little ways.
i might be one of the few lucky ones. still, i believe there's that special someone out there for everyone. for every carries out there, there will be a big for each and every one of them. for every charlotte, a harry. for every samantha, a smith and for every miranda, a steve. and i pray that for my dearest laydees, they will find the right guy for them. they may not be a steve, a smith, a big or a harry but they will be theirs; like how my man is mine.